Identifier: boydsmithmothergsmit (find matches)
Title: The Boyd Smith Mother Goose
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Smith, E. Boyd (Elmer Boyd), 1860-1943, ill Elmendorf, Lawrence
Subjects: Nursery rhymes
Publisher: New York : G.P. Putnam's Sons
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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,The surprise was so quick, it played her a trick.The trick was so rare, she jumped in a chair;The chair was so frail, she jumped in a pail;The pail was so wet, she jumped in a net;The net was so small, she jumped on the ball;The ball was so round, she jumped on the ground;And ever since then, shes been turning around. 68 MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES <&lb Hmg Cole OLD King ColeWas a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;And he called for his pipe,And he called for his glass,And he called for his fiddlers three.And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he ; Tweedledee, tweedledee, said the fiddlers.Oh theres none so rare,As can compare,With King Cole and his fiddlers three. <&lb Hing Coel (Older Version.) OLD King CoelWas a merry old soul,And a merry old soul was he;Old King CoelHe sat in his hole, And called for his fiddlers three.And every fiddler, he had a fine fiddle,And a very fine fiddle had he; Tweedledee, tweedledee, said the fiddlers three.
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Old King ColeWas a merry old soul. MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES 69 The first, he was a miller;The second, he was a weaver;The third, he was a tailor;And all were rogues together. The miller, he stole corn;The weaver, he stole yarn ;The little tailor stole broadcloth,To keep the three rogues warm. The miller was drownd in his dam ;The weaver was hung in his loom ;And the devil ran away with the little tailor,With the broadcloth under his arm. HUSH-a-bye, baby, on the tree top,When the wind blows, the cradle will rock;When the bough bends, the cradle will fall,Down will come baby, bough, cradle, and all. BYE, baby buntingDaddys gone a hunting,To get a little hares skin,To wrap a baby bunting in. 7° MOTHER GOOSE MELODIES

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